[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmVjNjQ1Yi5USGxzWVEsLC4w/pwalabama.medium.png[/img][hr][hr][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/QgDrPQU.jpg?1[/img][/center][color=#7d393d][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Belly of the Beast (Main Club Area) → Outside Delirium
[color=#7d393d][b]Interacting:[/b][/color] Keats [@Lasrever]
[color=#7d393d][b]Deceptive → Philosophical → Fearful → Brooding → Resolute[/b][/color]
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[center][i]“I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created, and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground, for I regret that I have made them.”[/i][/center]
[indent]The enamel of Lyla’s teeth glistened in the flickering lights, grinning broadly, as Keats’ revealed his loose connection to Gianna. Such a [i]good[/i] boy. And there he stood, awaiting the answer to the curious question he asked, one that prodded at her intentions of being here tonight. Inquisitor Keats, the Grand Interrogator, the Unmasker of Truth… There were many answers to be had, but he would receive nothing more than deception and deflection, a web of convoluted pitfalls. The girl chuckled and spun her tale, the one of the Unseen Seer. [color=#ff1458]“What if I told you I can see the future, Mr. Keats? That I know what has happened and what will happen?”[/color]

The woman stepped towards the young man before her, gazing into the depths of his eyes. The grin worn on her face was replaced with a stern visage, as if she was piecing together a puzzle. After a moment, her lips parted once again. [color=#ff1458]“I can tell you this: You should get new friends, if you can call them that. I have seen Gianna’s fall, and with her, the rest of her pawns. They will not help you. They will not save you from what is to come. Don’t be collateral damage; find your own way out of the chaos.”[/color] Her words were those of a prophet, one that had seen an inevitable war. The inferno, the raging hell that was to come, would have no sympathy, no remorse for anyone. The bodies… oh the bodies… The ravaging tide would become an unstoppable, bloody maelstrom. This was not the war anyone expected; rather it would be a culmination of savage attacks and malicious intent that unleashed the power of a deity. So it was foretold and so it should come to pass lest the fates decide to rearrange themselves. [color=#ff1458]"Sometimes its fun knowing what others don't. Other times... I'm not so sure."[/color] she informed her companion.

Pouting, Lyla seemed concerned and unsure of what to do about the visions she had seen. Unfortunately, there were few actions she could take to prevent the catastrophe on the horizon, assuming she wanted to prevent the worse from happening anyway. [color=#ff1458]“Like Caesar crossing the Rubicon, ‘Alea iacta est.’ Dark times draw near, Mr. Keats.”[/color] While she would have loved to have stayed and chatted longer with this dashing blonde, a familiar face struck a chord in the disguised man, plastering itself over Keats’ own. [i]Fear.[/i] How long had it been since that dreadful feeling had crept up his spine? The beady, blue eyes of his father narrowed down on him like a disappointed God. The screams of the past reverberated in his ears, remembering the scalding water that was drenched upon his back, the heavy fists against his face, the reminders of his own failure as a child. His mother stood there idly, never once daring to intervene in her husband’s torture lest she receive the same fate, though it was already predestined that she would receive the worse end of Lyon Cringe’s abuse. Against the Infi-Knight, what were they? Insignificant specks. They could not fight, only accept their inferiority and ignore the dagger at their throats.

Lyla was breathing heavy and her body quaked with tumultuous tremors, like someone who had seen a hideous phantom. What was there was not truly upon Keats’ countenance nor was it real, simply a side effect of the hallucinogenic known as the Witches’ Brew. Tris had to commend the alchemist that created it, for it was quite potent and effective. [color=#ff1458]“You will not see me again after tonight, Mr. Keats. Farewell.”[/color] The woman’s body seemed to vanish in thin air, reappearing outside in an alleyway next to Delirium. His head was swimming and the world around him wandered aimlessly, and his hands gripped the brick wall in an attempt to steady himself. Leaning over, he forced himself to vomit and empty his stomach of the toxins that plagued him so. Damn that Gianna! Wiping his mouth, he vowed that her end would begin [i]tonight[/i] for the uncouth schemes she had tried to play on him. 

More than this though, he decided to no more be a slave to his late father’s tyranny. The ghosts of the past would no longer haunt him. Eliana had given him a chance, a chance to rebuild himself and be the overlord that the Infi-Knight should have been. He would not squander this gracious opportunity. That all began with harnessing the latent power within… A great gift that could shake the world, one that he had always been hesitant to tap into. No more hesitations though. No more mercy. Tristam Cringe would master control over Time and Space… he would master the realms of reality and nonexistence, if Lyon Cringe's genes truly existed within him. The world would kneel before the King and Queen of the Universe, the Bishop, the Knight, and the Rook. 

The Mastermind and the Deceiver snickered to himself, dreaming of his moment in the sun. The End drew near, that of the Eternal Sunrise, but he was a patient man. It was not yet time to toll the bells of ruin. A few more months perhaps... But first, he needed to sway his beloved.[/indent]